From The Neshoba Democrat, Philadelphia, MS, January 27, 1933, from The Story of Neshoba, written by R. L. Breland:
"Elijah Savell - this man lived near my home when I was a little boy. He was married and had children then. I was in his home and he was a boy with me many a day. We walked up and down the ditches in the old meadow and watched the fish as they played in the rippling water. He told me funny stories and gave me my first lesson in whistling. I loved him then and I love him still. Somehow these boyhood friends get more into my mind than any others. I remember well the tragic death of his little daughter, Letha, who was killed by a runaway horse. I can still hear the screams of the father as the horse dragged her through the pine thicket and to death. So many of those dear friends of my youth are going, have gone, that I grow lonely as I meditate. Peace to Elijah's ashes. Old friend farewell."